Gillian couldn’t believe her name had been called. She knew she had been nominated for an Oscar as Best Supporting Actress, but to be named! To actually win! And up against such talent, such as Louise Barrow and Harriet Nankivell!

If she’d known, she would’ve worn something different. She had practised a sweet smile all week. She’d use it when her loss was announced. And the winner is… smile! Smile! But no! It was HER name called. She swept up the steps towards the microphone.

Oh if only she had prepared a speech. But she hadn’t, so sure was she of failure.